Hello everyone! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic so please be kind and review.

I do not own Harry Potter and its characters as they belong rightfully to J.K Rowling.

Pairings: Draco and Hermione

Enjoy the story!

He knew that they would eventually find him.

He had been in the run for months now. Ever since he failed to kill Professor Dumbledore, Voldemort had ordered his Death Eaters to find him- probably to kill him. Professor Snape had helped him get away, gave him some money and told him to run far away.

And so that's what he did- run.

All his life all he did was run away. When the dark creature in the Forbidden Forest appeared during his first year, he ran away. When the Mu..Granger punched him in third year, he ran away. When Professor Moody turned him into a ferret, he ran away.

Again and again he ran, being the coward he is. But then, he was a Slytherin- not a bloody Gryffindor. Bravery was not his strongest trait.

Draco Malfoy flinched as he heard someone laughing outside the little abandoned house he had been hiding in. There were lots of footsteps coming towards the house and that crazy, sinister laughter reminded him of his aunt Bellatrix Lestrange.

So they have come at last.

To be honest, Draco was tired of running. He was still afraid that's for sure, but the running had weakened him greatly. He wasn't able to just go out and walk around so he would go without food or drink for days. Sure he could just transfigure something into food, but then he was never good at that spell and found himself to be completely hopeless at it.

Draco heard someone spoke and the door blast opened. He quickly jumped to his foot and backed away, his wand held like a lifeline in his pale, shaking hand.

"Draco..."That sweet, mocking voice of Bellatrix Lestrange echoed in the small house. "Are you there Draco?"

He backed away again, but soon enough he had hit the wall. No more place to run. Draco heard one of the Death Eaters whispered 'Lumos', and a bright light shone on his face.

"Ahhh...there you are little nephew"

Through the bright, white light Draco saw Bellatrix looming over him, smiling crazily with her wand pointed at him. Fenrir Greyback was also with her, watching their interaction with a sneer.

"You've been a naughty boy haven't you Draco?" Bellatrix walked slowly around him, circling him like a predator eyeing its prey. His wand followed her movement hastily, knowing deep down that he would not be able to get away this time.

"Well, do you know what happens to naughty boys Draco?"

Draco held his silence. Sweats were trailing down his pale forehead.

"ANSWER ME!"

Unsonciously, Draco took a step back in surprise. Still shaking, he opened his mouth to talk, but found the words not able to come out.

"I told Cissy that she was too nice" Bellatrix sneered. She grabbed his arm forcefully and Draco dropped his wand with a loud clang.

"If you were my son, I would have punished you like this!" Bellatrix pushed him down roughly. "Crucio!"

The pain that ran through him was like a thousand knives stabbing him. Draco twisted, writhed, and screamed in agony.

"Hahaha" Bellatrix laughed. "Now...how should we kill you?"

"Maybe I should cut you in pieces or torture you to death" She spoke to herself in wonder. Greyback stood silently a little bit away from them, his wand pointed at Draco threateningly.

"Oh...I know!" Bellatrix said suddenly. "You haven't tasted blood for awhile have you Fenrir?" She sneered at the werewolf whose eyes glinted on the mention of blood.

"How about...I give you permision to eat him?" Bellatrix laughed.

"With pleasure"

Draco gulped inwardly. So this is how he's going to die. At the hand of a filthy werewolf, helpless and weak. The pain from the Cruciatus Curse was still there, and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. As he saw Fenrir advanced on him with his fangs bared, Draco closed his eyes and braced himself.

"Hmm...I bet you taste good"

As those sharp fangs teared the tender skin on his neck, Draco screamed. If the Cruciatus Curse was bad, this was 1000 times worse. He could feel the pain all over his body. Draco's hands tried to push Greyback away, but he was too weak, too tired to fight.

As the pain increased the world was spinning in his mind. He could hear the sound of Greyback tearing his skin, Bellatrix laughter and something else. Spots appeared before his eyes, and just before he lost his conciousness, he heard someone saying a spell (though he had no idea what spell it was) and Greyback was wrenched away from him. He felt hands touching him, and voices asking him something. He couldn't hear though- they were just buzzes of noices to him, and with a small sigh- the world went black.